I was meant to fly free like the birds I used to see Through the glass cases at the ROM Trapped, for my enjoyment I know now how they feel The ROM was my escape room Soothing my wounds Masterpieces on the wall Many dynasties did fall Yet paintings of a bygone era lives on But there’s no art Not any more Now I’m a bird Encased behind a closed door Waiting for the world to heal While doctors incessantly appeal To people’s humanity But they think of themselves only Is it strange that I don’t miss The recklessness Or the inhumanness of it all Safe behind my caged wall Patience is out of time City folk are losing their minds Touch starvation is real And I am keen For music entertainment and art I can feel And touch as much as I want I’m over experiencing it all through my computer screen I used to watch the people watch the art But that was before the entire world fell apart - Kerry Jo Bell